Page 24 of Heart of a Savage
“What up, Si?”
“What’s good, Marlo? You seen a lil’ baddie come through here? Brown skin, ’bout yay high?” I described.
He chuckled. “I can’t let you through here, Si.”
“My nigga…” I gave him a stern look.
“She gon’ fire my ass if I let you up. I need this job.”
“She owns this spot?”
“Yeah. That’s the boss lady.”
Interesting.
“If she fires you, you could always come work at the company. We can never have too much security.” I smirked at him.
He thought about it for a second, then looked at me. “How much you paying?”
“Whatever she’s paying you, I’ll double it.” He looked off for a minute before he stepped to the side and allowed me through.
“I better start tomorrow, too, nigga.”
“I got you.” We both laughed as I headed down the short hall and came upon a door. Hearing that she, in fact, owned this place had me even more intrigued by her.
It’s the liquor. Has to be.
I knocked on the door. Her response was delayed a minute before she told me to come in. I opened the door, walked inside, then closed and locked the door behind me. I saw that she had nixed the blouse and was standing in a black lace bra and black leather shorts with black open-toed Giuseppe Zanotti heels. When she noticed it was me, her frown deepened before she walked toward me.
“What the fuck are you doing up here?” she scolded me. “How did you get past my security?”
“Doesn’t matter. I don’t like the way you were speaking to me, Miss Mean Ass.” I smiled at her as I moved closer. As soon as I reached her, she pulled a gun from behind her and put it to my chin.
I smiled.
“I guess that bulge in your pants is your balls. They’re hella big.” She sneered.
“The dick is too.”
“Get the fuck out of my office. And tell whoever let you in here, they’re fucking fired.”
“Why don’t you tell ’em? You da boss, right?”
She scoffed. “You think you’re so cute, don’t you, nigga?”
I smirked and licked my lips. “Nah, but you do.” I pushed the gun away and yanked her to me. “Don’t ever pull a gun on your man again, shorty.” I could feel her breathing heavily as I ran my fingers down her torso. Her stomach sank as she pushed me back.
“Get the fuck out, weirdo.”
“I will... after I help you fix your attitude.”
“What are you?—”
Her words were cut off when she felt me slide my hand inside her shorts. She stared at me while my eyes never left hers. Baby didn’t fight me or shoot me like I thought she would, but insteadallowed me to lift her with my free arm and place her on her desk. When I finally found my intended target, I rotated my fingers over her clit while my other hand grabbed her little fat ass. Instantly, I felt her wetness coating my fingers.
“Is this what you needed?” I whispered in her ear, then sucked her earlobe.
“Shut the fuck up, and make me cum.” She fumbled with my jeans. “That’s what you came to do, right? Don’t talk; just fuck me.”
